I’ll write this whilst it’s still fresh in my mind. I’m exhausted, but it’s that kind of tiredness where you can’t rest, if that makes sense. Too much going on in my head still I guess.
OK. So, this evening, about a dozen men fucked me.
In the space of probably three hours I think. My little puss is so sore now, I’ve had to plaster it with creams to soothe it.
We – my husband and I – have been swinging for the best part of a year now, and we’d met single guys, couples, with mixed results. It had almost always been fun, barring the odd occasion where nothing happened. Odd, I know, given you chat on a sex site and then meet for sex, but these things happen.
Anyway, we’d toyed with the idea of a gangbang for ages, ever since I had confided it was a fantasy of mine.
The arrangement was really simple, and avoided all the hassle of speaking to interested guys who just wanted a quick wank and would never show. My husband, Paul, put a meeting ad on the swingers site, and asked for interested men to get in touch.
When they did, he gave more details – it would be at a Travelodge, away from where we live, and the room number would be provided when they texted on the day. The danger with the plan was no-shows, and possibly no one at all would turn up; in which case,
we’d still have great sex, so we didn’t particularly care.
So, earlier today we’d travelled to this place, I’d got changed and Paul had been busy with his smartphone.
Lots of confirmation messages had been arriving, and he texted the location and room details back to them. All I had to do was wait, nervously, for whatever happened.
I had got changed into the standard swinging uniform for women! Black holdups, panties, bra. My hair is shoulder length, dark chestnut in colour. I am about a size twelve, not a model, but told I have a nice figure; big tits, wide hips, and thirty-two years old.
The plan was that we’d leave the door on the latch and unlocked, and whoever came along, came along. They would be able to walk in and join whatever was already happening. Oh, and I had a masquerade mask on; only because we wanted to take photos and videos, and we only feel comfortable sharing them if my face is obscured.
It was a standard double room, large clean bed, and neutral décor, with a long desk table along one wall.
We’d been waiting, having got changed, for about fifteen minutes, and I was laying on the bed watching porn on the laptop; it was so exciting, not knowing who or how many men would soon be inside me; when the door opened slightly hesitantly.
A young guy, probably just in his twenties, came in and closed the door behind him.
“Come in!” I encouraged him, putting the laptop aside on the bedside table, closing the cover. He was very nervous, and truth be told, so was I. Paul was sat in a chair behind the bed, in front of a window with the curtains drawn, just in his underwear.
So, boy number one came over to the bed and I got up to help him out of his clothes. He was cute, slim, skinny even.
“I’m Jade,” I lied, and sensed he would need little coaxing. His slim long dick was already at a half lob and as he undressed with my assistance I took it in my hands. “I love cock,” I whispered into his ear whilst feeling it respond to my touch. He’d gone from clothed to naked in about thirty seconds, and any embarrassment he may have felt, or awkwardness in the presence of my husband, wasn’t apparent.
Paul had started clicking away on his camera as soon as I’d taken the slim length in my hands.
The cock in my hands was uncircumcised, as I prefer them, and about six – maybe seven – inches long. It was pretty slim, so I could wrap my girly hand around it and squeeze really hard, and the end was hidden beneath the foreskin, just peeling away slightly at the very tip and showing a glistening stickiness of pre-cum welling underneath. The head was no thicker than the shaft, maybe a small swell around the base where the helmet separated from the now rigid length.
Can you tell that I fucking love cocks?
He was excited and fascinated by my milky tits, overflowing the flimsy sexy black bra, and my nips responded to his clumsy touch instantly.
He took a hold of a cup and pulled it down, exposing that boob and he planted his mouth over the brown pimply aureole, suckling hard but gently at the nipple whilst running his hands down each side, over my waist and hips. It felt lovely, an easy prelude to the fucking I now knew I was going to enjoy from this boy.
I steered him, hands on his shoulders, backwards so I bumped the back of knees against the bed, and we fell onto the white sheets in a jumble of limbs. He was light on top of me, certainly in comparison with Paul, and he had managed to keep his mouth clamped onto my tit whilst we had been shuffling back.
I searched out his slender tool once more and the foreskin had peeled back still further, revealing the shiny pinkness of its head, coated with a clear pre-ejaculate ooze that I craved.
Changing positions so he was now on his back and further up the bed, I settled myself on all fours over him, panty covered pussy atop his face and my own mouth within inches of his shaft, captive in my hand.
I heard the door open again as I licked his narrow shaft from base to tip, underneath and along the cord like bulge under them. I felt and could see little nodules under the skin, bumps like an organic version of the vibrators you can buy with silicone pimples around their length.
He – I still didn’t know his name – had got his own arms and hands untangled from underneath me and had surprised me by delicately pulling the gusset of my knickers to the side and stroking my shaven cunt with his tongue, in long strokes from between my asshole and pussy right over the clit in its thick hood and onto my tummy. I had expected him to pull the panties down and lunge right into my wet, swampy pussy.
Turning my eyes whilst continuing my sensuous licks of the boy’s shaft, another man, this one probably in his forties, had entered and was taking his shoes and socks off. It’s sad, but whilst a woman can hardly fail to get undressed elegantly, a man just looks comical. So, I didn’t look, but returned to my attention on the pole in my hand, engulfing it within my mouth and descending it to swallow a good few inches in my throat, with Paul snapping away.
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